kevinmac81

I’ve never really had any ideal friends. I have some here and there, what most people would consider aquaintances, but I just consider people who I know. I’ve really always been that way, you see. My personality really doesnt blend in with the rest of those. I do consider my wife to be my best friend. I guess that is why I married her. We are basically the same person. The funny thing is she really doesnt have any friends either, and she admits to that as well. In my opinion, people today are much more stupid than was once thought. No one really sits back and considers what the rest of us are doing. We’re just walking around making a bunch of noise. I hate it.

I wonder what life was like for our grandfathers and their fathers and so on. I wonder if people were that stupid back then, too. Or if there was actaully a culture where people got along. I wonder if the human race has always been like this. People trying to out do everyone else to show that they are better than the person standing right next to them. I can somewhat understand. I am in a situation right now where I am with a group of people everday who have not experienced the same corners of life I have, and for that I consider myself better than them. I cant help it, I just do. Maybe thats what these other retards are feeling toward me and thats why I cant get along with them. They think they are better than me for some reason and thats why I can never have friends. I just dont get it and I wish things were different.

I hope no one is reading this b/c I am making no sense right now. I would just really like to do my life over again and I would really like for my brain to work in a different way and I really wish i would give in like everyone else has and follow everyone around and do the exact same thing and be a sheep; wear the same clothes, talk the same way, go for the same things. maybe that way I’ll have more friends. Everyone keeps telling me that uniquness is important and that I must show my individuality. But when I do this and do the things that only make me happy, no one seems to understand the reason behind my behavior, therefore, my individuality and uniquness are now called weird and different.

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